InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Now Entering Hell ❯ Why the Lecher? ( Chapter 7 )
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By: LadyPhoenix588 
Sangos thoughts of Miroku.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Martial Arts / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 611 | Status: Completed
Sangos thoughts of Miroku.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Martial Arts / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 611 | Status: Completed
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Now Entering Hell
Chapter 7: Why the Lecher?
Damn it was so hard to concentrate. Miroku kept scooting closer and closer to her after Rin and Sesshoumaru left. She was kind of looking forward to him groping her it gave her a reason to hit him. She silently giggled. When she had first met him she thought he was insane. She had decided not to pay any attention to him. But on the second day of school, she had gotten a good look at him when they got paired together for a project. He was pretty handsome. Sango found herself wanting to lose herself in those gorgeous violet eyes of his. Then he would grope her and she would snap out of it. Damn it was just her luck she would fall for a lecher.
She quickly realized that Miroku had a thing for pain. That was the only thing it could be. If most guys groped a girl and she punched him as hard as she had punched Miroku, they would have backed off. But not him. He kept coming back for more. When he wasn’t groping her, he was actually really sweet sometimes. It pissed her off that she couldn’t stay mad at him if she tried. She soon fell into a routine with him. He would come in and grope her. Then she would punch him and threaten him. Next he would jump back up and say the sweetest thing to her and she would melt. Like butter on a frying pan. Again she asked herself why oh why did she have to fall for the lecher?
The attention he paid her was both a good thing and a bad thing. He was one of the most popular boys in school, and he spent most of his free time with her. Why her? She never thought there was any thing special about herself. So why her? Though the things he said to her made her heart swell. It was a bad thing because some days she didn’t feel like being groped or hit on. But he was always there. He took up most of her free time at school just to get the shit beat out of him.
He was a mystery to her. Ya he definitely liked the pain why else would he keep coming back for more? Though she never hit him as hard as she could. She didn’t want to bruise his handsome face. Most the time she would just slap him hard enough for him to hit the ground. If she felt like making bruises she would hit him in the arm or chest. In a way it turned her on. She was the dominant one in the little thing they had going. What ever it was she couldn’t tell. They weren’t officially going together and he hadn’t asked her on a date. Man she wished he would. Maybe he was waiting for her to ask. Huh she never thought about that. Maybe he was waiting for her to make a move to advance this relationship they had going. Maybe he really did want her to dominate him. That thought spurred dirty images to go dancing through her head. Him tied to a bed. Completely exposed to her. Her knocking the shit out of him and him begging for more. Why oh why did she have to fall for the lecher?
It was official; he and his hentai ways were rubbing off on her. If she didn’t want to turn into a complete perv herself she would have to either advance to the next stage or drop out completely. She could do this. How hard can it be to ask a guy out? Granted she had never asked anyone out before. Sure she had been on a date or two, but nothing real serious. No one had been that interesting to her. Well no one until she met Miroku. He made feelings stur in her that she didn’t know she had. She took a quick glance at her partner, still scooting ever closer. She sighed. Why oh why the fucking lecher?
She was brought out of her thoughts when she knocked her pencil off her desk. She leaned over to pick it up. Just as she was about to rise, she felt a familiar hand on her ass. Now she could test out her pain theory. Quickly turned around, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and kissed him. She shoved her tongue in his mouth. Damn he tasted good. She released his mouth with a shove and pretended to go back to work. As she watched him from the corner of her eye, she almost laughed at him. He was sitting there wide-eyed and looked like he was trying to figure out what just happened. She watched, as it seemed to register in his brain. Then he pouted. He was actually pouting. So who was she not to give him what he wanted. She swung around and slapped him out of his chair. ‘Pervert’ she playfully growled. He got up and sat back in his chair grinning from ear to ear. Yep more like loves the pain. Why oh why did she fall for a lecher?
The bell rang and she headed toward her next class with Kagome. She made up her mind, she would ask him out on a date, but she need time to prepare. She decided she would do it at lunch. If he denied her she could always denied him his beatings. Oh yes this could actually work. She couldn’t wait tell lunchtime.
By the time lunch rolled around she had worked herself into a nervous frenzy. What if he didn’t want that kind of relationship with her? What if he really just liked her because she hit hard? Was that the only motivation for him being around her? So she could beat the shit out of him and him get off on it? Sango, Rin and Kagome walked into the cafeteria and took a seat. After waiting for about 5 minutes she was getting antsy. Were in the hell was the perv? Just her luck, the day she decides to ask him out and he stands her up! She growled under her breath. Well it wasn’t his fault he didn’t exactly know that she was planning to ask him out. Hopefully she wasn’t that obvious. Five more minutes went by and still no Miroku. She was going to kill him. She resisted the urge to look around for him. If he wasn’t coming she didn’t want him to think that she was looking for him. Why oh Why the fucking lecher?
Just as her dark thoughts of stringing up and torturing him until his last breath. She felt a hand on her ass. She inwardly smiled. There he is. She stood up and slapped him silly, and waited for him to come to. As he jumped up with a big smile on his face she grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to her face. Close enough for their nose to touch. “Miroku do you have a car?” “Of course why do you want to know my beautiful goddess?” “Well Miroku you will need it when you come pick me up for our date.” Miroku looked at her confused. “But I didn’t ask..” “I know that Miroku and I’m not asking. I’m telling you that you will be going on a date with me this Saturday at 7:00. Is that understood?” Miroku’s eyes filled with lust. Sango whispered low enough for only them to hear her next words. “And if the date goes well and you please me I might just go out of my way to hit you more often.” She watched, as his eyes grew wide and glazed over. She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Oh yes my little pervert I figured out your desire for pain, and am more then willing to slap you silly any time you want.” “Fuck” he whispered under his breath. She could feel his erection practically trying to jump out of his pants. She swelled with womanly pride. She had done that to him. He turned to face her once again with a huge grin threaten to cover his whole face. Miroku wrapped his arms around her waist and grabbed her ass with both hands, then gave a playfully squeeze. “I will not disappoint you my sexy minks.” She pulled away from and proceeded to backhand him across the cafeteria. The grin never leaving his face as he slides across the floor. Why oh why the lecher - easy he was hers.
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Now Entering Hell
Chapter 7: Why the Lecher?
Damn it was so hard to concentrate. Miroku kept scooting closer and closer to her after Rin and Sesshoumaru left. She was kind of looking forward to him groping her it gave her a reason to hit him. She silently giggled. When she had first met him she thought he was insane. She had decided not to pay any attention to him. But on the second day of school, she had gotten a good look at him when they got paired together for a project. He was pretty handsome. Sango found herself wanting to lose herself in those gorgeous violet eyes of his. Then he would grope her and she would snap out of it. Damn it was just her luck she would fall for a lecher.
She quickly realized that Miroku had a thing for pain. That was the only thing it could be. If most guys groped a girl and she punched him as hard as she had punched Miroku, they would have backed off. But not him. He kept coming back for more. When he wasn’t groping her, he was actually really sweet sometimes. It pissed her off that she couldn’t stay mad at him if she tried. She soon fell into a routine with him. He would come in and grope her. Then she would punch him and threaten him. Next he would jump back up and say the sweetest thing to her and she would melt. Like butter on a frying pan. Again she asked herself why oh why did she have to fall for the lecher?
The attention he paid her was both a good thing and a bad thing. He was one of the most popular boys in school, and he spent most of his free time with her. Why her? She never thought there was any thing special about herself. So why her? Though the things he said to her made her heart swell. It was a bad thing because some days she didn’t feel like being groped or hit on. But he was always there. He took up most of her free time at school just to get the shit beat out of him.
He was a mystery to her. Ya he definitely liked the pain why else would he keep coming back for more? Though she never hit him as hard as she could. She didn’t want to bruise his handsome face. Most the time she would just slap him hard enough for him to hit the ground. If she felt like making bruises she would hit him in the arm or chest. In a way it turned her on. She was the dominant one in the little thing they had going. What ever it was she couldn’t tell. They weren’t officially going together and he hadn’t asked her on a date. Man she wished he would. Maybe he was waiting for her to ask. Huh she never thought about that. Maybe he was waiting for her to make a move to advance this relationship they had going. Maybe he really did want her to dominate him. That thought spurred dirty images to go dancing through her head. Him tied to a bed. Completely exposed to her. Her knocking the shit out of him and him begging for more. Why oh why did she have to fall for the lecher?
It was official; he and his hentai ways were rubbing off on her. If she didn’t want to turn into a complete perv herself she would have to either advance to the next stage or drop out completely. She could do this. How hard can it be to ask a guy out? Granted she had never asked anyone out before. Sure she had been on a date or two, but nothing real serious. No one had been that interesting to her. Well no one until she met Miroku. He made feelings stur in her that she didn’t know she had. She took a quick glance at her partner, still scooting ever closer. She sighed. Why oh why the fucking lecher?
She was brought out of her thoughts when she knocked her pencil off her desk. She leaned over to pick it up. Just as she was about to rise, she felt a familiar hand on her ass. Now she could test out her pain theory. Quickly turned around, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and kissed him. She shoved her tongue in his mouth. Damn he tasted good. She released his mouth with a shove and pretended to go back to work. As she watched him from the corner of her eye, she almost laughed at him. He was sitting there wide-eyed and looked like he was trying to figure out what just happened. She watched, as it seemed to register in his brain. Then he pouted. He was actually pouting. So who was she not to give him what he wanted. She swung around and slapped him out of his chair. ‘Pervert’ she playfully growled. He got up and sat back in his chair grinning from ear to ear. Yep more like loves the pain. Why oh why did she fall for a lecher?
The bell rang and she headed toward her next class with Kagome. She made up her mind, she would ask him out on a date, but she need time to prepare. She decided she would do it at lunch. If he denied her she could always denied him his beatings. Oh yes this could actually work. She couldn’t wait tell lunchtime.
By the time lunch rolled around she had worked herself into a nervous frenzy. What if he didn’t want that kind of relationship with her? What if he really just liked her because she hit hard? Was that the only motivation for him being around her? So she could beat the shit out of him and him get off on it? Sango, Rin and Kagome walked into the cafeteria and took a seat. After waiting for about 5 minutes she was getting antsy. Were in the hell was the perv? Just her luck, the day she decides to ask him out and he stands her up! She growled under her breath. Well it wasn’t his fault he didn’t exactly know that she was planning to ask him out. Hopefully she wasn’t that obvious. Five more minutes went by and still no Miroku. She was going to kill him. She resisted the urge to look around for him. If he wasn’t coming she didn’t want him to think that she was looking for him. Why oh Why the fucking lecher?
Just as her dark thoughts of stringing up and torturing him until his last breath. She felt a hand on her ass. She inwardly smiled. There he is. She stood up and slapped him silly, and waited for him to come to. As he jumped up with a big smile on his face she grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to her face. Close enough for their nose to touch. “Miroku do you have a car?” “Of course why do you want to know my beautiful goddess?” “Well Miroku you will need it when you come pick me up for our date.” Miroku looked at her confused. “But I didn’t ask..” “I know that Miroku and I’m not asking. I’m telling you that you will be going on a date with me this Saturday at 7:00. Is that understood?” Miroku’s eyes filled with lust. Sango whispered low enough for only them to hear her next words. “And if the date goes well and you please me I might just go out of my way to hit you more often.” She watched, as his eyes grew wide and glazed over. She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Oh yes my little pervert I figured out your desire for pain, and am more then willing to slap you silly any time you want.” “Fuck” he whispered under his breath. She could feel his erection practically trying to jump out of his pants. She swelled with womanly pride. She had done that to him. He turned to face her once again with a huge grin threaten to cover his whole face. Miroku wrapped his arms around her waist and grabbed her ass with both hands, then gave a playfully squeeze. “I will not disappoint you my sexy minks.” She pulled away from and proceeded to backhand him across the cafeteria. The grin never leaving his face as he slides across the floor. Why oh why the lecher - easy he was hers.